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[Lightyear]

Brandybee impressively collects all the ingredients from memory and makes the perfect looking cocktail. I check to my left as a seductive woman comes up to the bar and gives a delightful twirl in her jacket before ordering a drink and chatting with her friends she dearly missed.

I feel a little intrusive to be amongst them but I am encouraged as Brandybee intimately addresses me with her teasing voice and the girl with the laptop smiles at me. I listen carefully as she delicately lowers my drink before me.

“Salut!” I hail politely and clink glasses with the young woman holding a Black Russian, I now know as momma.
Then while keeping eye contact with Brandybee I tilt it towards me and slyly dip my lips into the top of the tumbler. The silky texture of the thick cool creamy coating is certainly one to savour. I extend my tongue secretly beneath the opaque white concoction and feel a flourish of sensations as the alcohol permeates but the milk soothes. I am in no hurry as the waft of sweet “brandy” liquor lingers under my nose. I place the glass back onto the counter, licking my lips just before they reach saturation point.

A devious smirk appears on my face as I take a straw and stirrer from the bar and carefully lower them to the bottom of the glass. I circle them slowly and deliberately against the sides. I lightly blow into the straw and enjoy the brief rumble of bubbles as they jostle to the surface releasing more sweet aromas.

Then I take a long suck and watch the turbulent layers of fatty creams disappear up the tube. I am partially mesmerised as I gulp and follow the level of liquid rapidly descending down the edges of the glass leaving a beautiful smeary residue. When the level reaches the bottom, it makes a glorious slurping sound which I perpetuate by chasing and hoovering up the last slippery dregs from the base.
I remove the straw and slide a finger slowly around the inside and suck it clean. I try to detect any signs of blushing from the onlookers because that always excites me.

“Yum!” I steal a glance at the radiant girls to my left and right.
“I could easily devour two more like that!” I say.

Time seemed to slow down during the whole experience.

Seconds later, the tempo of the bar explodes. A flurry of activity swarms around me as a dude, with his arms full of Halloween decorations, appears followed by lots and lots of little hairy people who begin transforming the bar right before my eyes. I eventually clock it is all for the fright night party as advertised on the posters.

The classic swim music kicks in from the jukebox and I am suddenly watching a sexy array of dancers air front crawling their way across the open floor.
I sit back for a moment to watch the reunited friends enjoy some fun together.
I already know what I will be at the party. I ponder how I will make my transformation.

[Lightyear]

“They will be here any minute!” I say to my spouse.

It is late at night and we are a few yards from a street lamp that illuminates an empty side road. She is standing provocatively on the pavement in high black heels that show off her long slender toned calfs through black stockings. Her legs disappear, just below the knee, beneath a beautiful red satin dress with a dragon design embroidered in fine gold silk thread above the waist. She looks at me coquettishly with her blue eyes, framed perfectly in dark navy eyeliner as she takes a long draw on her hand rolled cigarette. Her full blood red lips pucker as the ash glows orange. Strangely her red hair looks more aflame than the cigarette in the artificial light.

“I know, I can't wait!” She says, her words mixing with the exhaled smoke while the nicotine keeps her voice calm and husky.

I step behind her and embrace her around her tummy giving her a tight squeeze as I kiss her softly on the cheek. I can smell the strong gold leaf tobacco smoke in her hair. I deny her any contact on the lips because she is not in the mood for love play. Instead I grip her petite buttock and pull her dress's shoulder strap to the side and bite her white exposed skin. She moans and then I step away, covering the bite mark back over with the soft dress strap.

“I give you first souvenir of the night” I explain. “When will you be back?” I continue casually.
“It depends on what they do to me, honey.” She sounds indifferent.

I look up the road and wonder what I should do when she leaves.  I don't even know where here is. I just followed my sat nav in my black Audi A6 to these coordinates and parked up. The deliveries used to get to me initially but now I find the whole thing routine. Living with a masochist has its perks but this wasn't one of them.

“Perhaps I should go now?” I think to myself. No! I know she'll be safe in their hands. She might get hurt but she'll be safe. What sort of person am I!

“Ok beautiful, have fun!” I bid.  She blows me an enduring kiss back with her bright red satin lipstick coated lips and I trundle off towards the end of the road, occasionally looking back at her. I'm not really dressed for going out. I wear a grey-blue T-shirt with a dark blue moleskin jacket and some casual jeans with a rip across the knee. My brown leather ankle boots complete my comfortable attire.
At the end of the road, there's a huge friendly wooden building with a sign saying “AChat Bar & Grill” in large, welcoming red lettering. A couple are canoodling on the porch and I am sure I can hear the sounds of live entertainment emanating out of the entrance in the form of singing.

“Perfect” I mull. I could do with a distraction.

I turn back to check on my wife, only to see that a white van has arrived. From this distance, I see a brunette has forced her to her knees and has her in a collar and lead. She pulls her through the double doors at the rear of the vehicle, by her hair, and jumps in the back with her. The doors slam closed and the van drives off away from me.

That's it. It's done! I take a deep breath and walk across the road to the bar half delirious.
I only take a few steps when a taxi comes swerving out of the car park at full speed and I literally dive out of the way to avoid being run over. Who could be in such a hurry at this time of night? Now I seriously need a drink!
I cross the courtyard, walking past a pickup truck parked out front, continuing to muse to myself.

I could do with some company. I think back to the days when going to the bar always meant playing drinking games with my friends and waking up with a hangover. We would play “truth or dare” or the hilariously revealing “I have never!” You certainly found out some interesting things about people playing that one.

As I open the door I try to take in the scene as I walk to the bar. The place isn't too busy but it's more cosy than I was expecting and it looks chilled and everyone looks dressed to impress. The other thing that strikes me is all the girls look gorgeous.
There is some rocking music coming from the stage.

A romantic couple seem to be dining in a booth and a beautiful girl at the bar fidgets on her bar stool while looking at some stories on her lap top. I wonder what they could be I chuckle. I sneak a peek through to a back room and see a pool table and even a god damn bucking bronco! Woah! This place is interesting.

Then as I get closer, I notice the hot redhead serving behind the counter. I wonder if I have a thing for redheads or perhaps it's just because she has a playful red cowboy hat on or that she has a deep glow about her.

Just then I hear the words from the band pumping out:

“We can't wait 'til tomorrow
You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it?
It's the one thing you can choose, oh!”

That's a killers song and I love it. This place is getting better and better.

“Evening!” I start. “Nice place you have here.”
She seems so happy to have a stranger walk in and I detect a distinct bit of devil in her naughty eyes. She makes me smile out of instinct.
I desperately want a beer but I glance across at the cocktail menu on the black board behind her and just can't help myself.
“Can I have a wet pussy please?”

[Lightyear]

Hi A-Team.

Not sure if this is the right thread but it seems like the right place to request improvements to AChat.

Two things that would greatly help me would be.
1) Allow me to add a little note/reminder on a player. Sometimes, because I can't get on AChat as much as i'd like, I forget things, like what a player really liked or an RP we did. It would be good if I could add that as a personal note against their profile so I can remember next time and resume a really hot role play as if we hadn't stopped Obviously I never forget the player and the role plays that rocked me

2) Better searching for a player using the text box. The current search is so fussy and doesn't allow partial names or wildcards.  For example, if I wanted to find “Use_me_Quick”, i'd like to type “quick” in the box, select include offline, and she should appear.

Some feedback on the friends lists – Its much better the on-line players appear at the beginning

Thanks
Lightyear
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